God almighty made women and the Rockefeller gang of thieves made the ladies.
– Mary Harris Jones
I will tell the truth wherever I please.
I believe that movements to suppress wrongs can be carried out under the protection of our flag.
Sit down and read. Educate yourself for the coming conflicts.
My address is like my shoes. It travels with me.
The strike of the miners in Arizona was one of the most remarkable strikes in the history of the American labor movement. Its peaceful character, its successful outcome, were due to that most remarkable character, Governor Hunt.
I’m not a humanitarian. I’m a hell-raiser.
I am not afraid of the pen, or the scaffold, or the sword.
I have always advised men to read.
In Georgia where children work day and night in the cotton mills they have just passed a bill to protect song birds. What about the little children from whom all song is gone?
What one state could not get alone, what one miner against a powerful corporation could not achieve, can be achieved by the union.
I asked a man in prison once how he happened to be there and he said he had stolen a pair of shoes. I told him if he had stolen a railroad he would be a United States Senator.
Life comes to the miners out of their deaths, and death out of their lives.
Sometimes it seemed to me I could not look at those silent little figures; that I must go north, to the grim coal fields, to the Rocky Mountain camps, where the labor fight is at least fought by grown men.
I went West and took part in the strike of the machinists – the Southern Pacific Railroad, the corporation that swung California by its golden tail, that controlled its legislature, its farmers, its preachers, its workers.
I am not unaware that leaders betray, and sell out, and play false.
I would fight God Almighty Himself if He didn’t play square with me.
Reformation, like education, is a journey, not a destination.
I abide where there is a fight against wrong.
I am not blind to the shortcomings of our own people.
And who is responsible for this appalling child slavery? Everyone.
Today the white child is sold for two dollars a week to the manufacturers.
I’m not afraid of the press or the Militia.
You know I took an oath to tell the truth when I took the witness stand.
Little girls and boys, barefooted, walked up and down between the endless rows of spindles, reaching thin little hands into the machinery to repair snapped threads.
I was born in revolution.